Page 115 of Rewind It Back

My self-deprecating laugh is painful. “Yeah, Hal. There’s no forgetting that. I’ve been looking forward to paying you back. Where are you right now?”

“In my bed.”

“Lights off?”

“Yes.”

“Door locked?”

“Mm-hmm.” I hear her swallow on the other line. “But I wish you were here with me.”

Something is different. She’s being open and honest with me. I want to press her about it, ask her if she’s feeling differently about us, but I also really want to make her feel good.

“Fingers or a toy?” I ask.

“What doyouwant me to use?”

I roll to my side, keeping the phone pressed to my ear. “Fingers. Pretend they’re mine.”

There’s a soft rumble in her throat.

“Slide your hand down, Hallie baby. Open your legs and slip your fingers between them.”

I wait to hear her tell me she’s doing what I instructed, but this is torture. The best kind of torture, but still, I want to see her. I want to touch her, but I can’t. So instead, I reach down and touch myself. Over my sweatpants, I run my palm down my length.

I’m hard as hell already.

She sucks in a sharp breath, and I know she’s doing the same.

“How wet are you right now?”

Hallie whimpers. “Plenty.”

I stroke myself over my pants. “Good. Use your fingers and rub a circle over your clit. Make yourself feel good like I would be doing if I were there right now.”

She moans softly.

“Good girl, Hal. Keep doing that.”

“Are you touching yourself?”

I look down, finding the obvious hard-on bulging under the fabric of my pants. “Do you want me to?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “Touch yourself with me. Please.”

I chuckle as I push my sweatpants over my hips and ass, letting my cock spring free. “Trust me, Hal. There’s not a world in which you’d need to use your manners to ask me to get off with you.”

She laughs this pretty little sound on the other end.

I stroke my cock in one long, slow slide. The head is already swollen. The veins are already bulging. “Goddamn, I wish I was there right now.”

“And what would you do if you were?”

A tick of a smirk lifts on my mouth. “Are we really doing this?”

“Yes. We were long-distance for two years, and you got awfully good at making me come over the phone. Do you still remember how?”

Do I still remember how?

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